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Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday
Life comes in waves, like the sea
The trams run on the tracks
And Our Lord Jesus Christ died on the Cross to save us.

Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday
There's nothing like time passing by
It was very kind of Our Lord Jesus Christ
But just in case, deliver us my God from all evil.

Today is Saturday, tomorrow is Sunday
Tomorrow doesn't like to see anyone well
Today is the day of the present
The day is Saturday.

Impossible to escape this harsh reality
Right now all the bars are full of empty men
All the lovers are holding hands
All the husbands are functioning regularly
All the women are attentive
Because today is Saturday.

At this moment there's a wedding
Because today is Saturday.
There's a divorce and a violation
Because today is Saturday.
There's a rich man who kills himself
Because today is Saturday.
There's an incest and a regatta
Because today is Saturday.
There's a gala show
Because today is Saturday.
There's a woman who takes a beating and stays silent
Because today is Saturday.
There's a renewal of hopes
Because today is Saturday.
There's a deep disagreement
Because today is Saturday.
There's a seducer who falls dead
Because today is Saturday.
There's a great pigheadedness
Because today is Saturday.
There's a woman who becomes a man
Because today is Saturday.
There are children who don't eat
Because today is Saturday.
There's a picnic of politicians
Because today is Saturday.
There's a great increase in syphilis
Because today is Saturday.
There's an Aryan and a mulatto
Because today is Saturday.
There's an unusual tension
Because today is Saturday.
There are half-naked adolescents
Because today is Saturday.
There's a vampire in the streets
Because today is Saturday.
There's a big increase in consumption
Because today is Saturday.
There's a jealous groom
Because today is Saturday.
There's a garden party in jail
Because today is Saturday.
There's an impassive full moon
Because today is Saturday.
There are ladies of all classes
Because today is Saturday.
Some difficult, others easy
Because today is Saturday.
There's drinking and giving without counting
Because today is Saturday.
There's an unhappy woman acting foolish
Because today is Saturday.
There's a priest strolling incognito
Because today is Saturday.
There's a frenzy of giving the finger
Because today is Saturday.
There's an anguishing sensation
Because today is Saturday.
Of a woman inside a man
Because today is Saturday.
There's a fantastic celebration
Because today is Saturday.
Of the first plastic surgery
Because today is Saturday.
And considering the proceedings finished
Because today is Saturday.
There's the perspective of Sunday
Because today is Saturday.

For all these reasons you should have been erased from the Book of Origins, oh Sixth Day of Creation.
Indeed, after the Ouverture of Fiat and the division of lights and darkness
And after the separation of waters, and after the fecundation of the earth
And after the genesis of fish and birds and animals of the earth
It would have been better if the Lord of the Spheres had rested.
In truth, man was not necessary
Nor you, woman, a vegetal being mistress of the abyss, who desires like plants, immovably and never satisfied
You who carry within you the supreme vortex of passion.
The Lord erred in not resting during the last two days
Humanity fought for thirty centuries for the English week
If the Lord had rested, we simply wouldn't exist
We might be infinitely small poles of cosmic particles falling invisibly to the earth.
We wouldn't live by slaughtering animals and suffocating fish
We wouldn't be born in pain nor sweat our daily bread
We wouldn't suffer love woes nor desire our neighbor's wife
We wouldn't have school, military service, civil marriage, income tax, or seventh-day mass
It would be the indescribable beauty and harmony of the green plan of lands and waters in nuptials
The peace and greater power of plants and stars in dialogue
The greater purity of the instinct of fish, birds, and animals in copulation.
Instead, we need to be logical, often dogmatic
We need to face the problem of moral and aesthetic placements
To be social, cultivate habits, laugh without desire, and even practice love without desire
All because the Lord decided not to rest on the Sixth Day but on the Seventh
And to not be left with vast empty hands
He decided to make man in his image and likeness
Possibly, that is, very likely
Because it was Saturday.